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Post by Augustus is a SWOObat on Jan 18, 2011 23:28:31 GMT -5
August's hand was on the doorknob, but she hadn't turned it yet. She'd been standing like this for 4 minutes, unmoving. Her face was lobster red because through the thin walls she could hear everything Pierce was telling his brother and so could anyone else who passed through that hallway. Every little dirty thing he did to her, that she thought was private, was being practically broad-casted. August silently thanked God no one else was in the hallway. Pierce was being so detailed.. August lived with Ant, she didn't want him to know any of that. Her palms felt so warm against the doorknob. Even though she was blushing fiercely, her face was cold.
And that's when she heard him. "I say the word, she hops into bed." She choked on her own saliva, making a weak coughing noise. Anthony's laughter and praise didn't make it any better. She stopped choking quickly, and was left to stare at her feet. Her throat felt raw from her brief strangled noise. For some reason, she thought Pierce liked her. She didn't think she was just another girl in his bed. Some part of her really thought he was different from his brother. August just didn't like Pierce, she was almost sure she loved him. August never said it out loud, and this was the first time she even admitted it mentally. I love him.. August always thought it'd feel good to admit it, but it hurt. Probably because she knew that she loved Pierce way more than he liked her. She clenched her jaw and closed her eyes. Her heart hurt so bad. Now she knew why Pierce cut.
She opened her eyes and blinked back the few tears that had welled up. This wasn't a time to be needy and weak. That's what got her into Pierce's bed. August needed Pierce, and Pierce, as far as she could tell, wanted her. But want and need were too different things. It would be better if August left, maybe Pierce would miss her.. Pierce doesn't need me. She could make him need her, but that would take too long, and wouldn't guarantee success. What if she left and he found a pretty girl to fill his bed? A pretty girl like Addy.. August decided right there and then. Pierce wanted her. He wanted her in his bed and nothing more. That's how Sanderson men worked. So that's exactly what August would give him. She'd give a night that was so freakin' fantastic he'd never forget it. The little weak part of her didn't think she was up to it, but the strong part crushed the uncertainty. And after she gave him the loving of a lifetime, she'd get up and go. Like a Sanderson would. Ant was rubbing off on her.
There was a lump in her throat and it felt like she couldn't talk. August cleared her throat, stood for a second longer, turned and walked as fast as she could to the stairs. There was no way she'd walk in there now. She'd wait a bit, head over to Pierce apartment, and set her [terribad] plan into action.
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Post by Anty on Jan 19, 2011 1:49:43 GMT -5
Adrienne was out of town. That was her excuse, although she was probably partying somewhere with her doctor boyfriend. Wasn't that who she was seeing now? Pierce lost track at times... But that's really beside the point. You see, Pierce wasn't allowed into their shared apartment unless Adrienne was there, which sucked, because she always seemed to be away. He didn't even have a key! Pierce had to crash at his brother's place when this happened, which was normally great because his girlfriend August lived with Anthony, who was, of course, his brother. But today she was not to be seen, so Pierce was stuck with his brother. They talked mostly, about August, and other things too. And that is what August had heard.
Pierce sat up, yawning. He had to sleep on Anthony's couch for the night, which was not the ideal spot. It must have been late in the afternoon when he woke up, because Anthony was no where to be seen. Pierce crawled off the couch, pulling up his pants and tightening the drawstring. His stomach growled, making him realize how hungry he was. He waltzed into the kitchen, checking the cabinets first. Butterflies flew around in his stomach as he saw an easy way out: the cereal box. Eagerly, he pulled it out and opened it up to find a box of crumbs. Next he tried the fridge, finding a bucket of fried chicken, but it appeared that someone had purposefully taken a bite out of each individual piece. The only thing that left was... beer. Pierce shrugged, figuring it was better than starving. Plus he knew by now his brother must have had the best taste in beer.
Settling back on the couch, Pierce flipped on the TV. Today, he decided, he would try and imitate the life of Anthony. Messing around with the remote, Pierce even managed to turn on one of Anthony's favorite pornographic movies. This isn't so bad, he decided, stripping down to nothing but his boxers. For a while, he kicked back, enjoying himself. Then he saw something: Anthony's packs of stokes. He stared at it for a few minutes, not sure what to do with it. You can't really pretend to be him if you don't do, he thought. So of course, with no countering thoughts, he picked them up, pulled one out, and lighted it. Just one puff, he had promised himself. But before he knew it, he had smoked half the pack. Then, thankfully, he fell asleep.
Pierce woke with a jump; something inside his head was buzzing like crazy. A cigarette burned in his hand still. Putting it out on the ashtray sitting in his lap, he began to wonder if he was going insane, when he realized the buzzing noise wasn't inside it head. It was the smoke alarm going off, and water was coming from the ceiling
Quickly Pierce pulled his pajamas back on. Not sure how to stop the water coming from the ceiling, or even the fire alarm, he fled from Anthony's apartment and headed to Adrienne's. Reaching his destination, he found the door unlocked. Pooped, he sat down with a sigh at the kitchen table. Home.
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Post by Augustus is a SWOObat on Jan 19, 2011 2:51:05 GMT -5
She was nervous. Her heart was beating too fast and little voices telling her she'd fail only got louder. She closed her eyes and remembered last night. August thought he'd have been gone, but he wasn't. He was sleeping on the couch, her couch, cigarette burning, porno on the screen. She couldn't help it. She bent down and kissed him. Immediately, August backed up and raised a fist to punch herself. Her hand quivered, deciding what to do. This wasn't helping her plans, if anything it was just making her fall more helplessly in love with him. She lowered her fist. As a compromise, she decided to leave the cigarette burning. It almost killed her, but she left just the way she came. She didn't touch anything, and the last thing she looked at was Pierce's face.. and then the burning cigarette. It's glow looked inviting, warm, and soft, but that was just to conceal the danger it really was. She didn't know where she was suppose to sleep, but she figured the park would be a good place. August could always sleep as a fox. It's not like it was impossible. Pierce had lived on the streets as a wolf before. She could do it too..
That was then and this was now. She had gone back to Ant's to check if he was there but he was gone, and the apartment was wet. August took a quick shower and struggled to find some clothes that weren't sopping wet. She ended up in some shorts and shirt she hated.
She stopped putting it off. August opened the door, walked in and closed it right behind her. ".. Pierc- That's when she saw him. His hair was wet, and he was dripping. She fell more in love with him. It seemed like her plan wasn't going to work. How could she leave him? How could she, who needed him, make him ache when he didn't need her? There were huge holes in her logic but this was the only plan she had and she clung desperately to it. Hesitantly, she walked closer to him. Wasn't she suppose to be sexy? No, she couldn't pull that off. Not when she was caught off guard like this. Her eyes flickered over his body. Little drops of water slid down, but something else caught her eye. It was his scars. They looked so ugly compared to everything else. Gently, she rubbed her fingers against them, feeling the slight bump of scar tissue. August swallowed. She really didn't know what to say. There weren't as many fresh cuts... he was getting better. It made her so happy, but she had to remind herself that she shouldn't care. "You aren't cutting as much..
August didn't really know what to do now. Her hand stretched out to touch his stomach. It was sleek from the water and his skin was warm. A little smile crawled into place, but it was all for show. She really didn't feel like smiling.. "You look.. hot." Now she knew what to do. Her arms snaked around his neck. She got too close. He was sitting so she had to bend down a little to kiss him. August wedged herself between his legs and moved his hands to rest on her hips, urging them lower. "I missed you yesterday.." A genuine frown covered up her fake smile. She really had missed him yesterday. Childish as it was, she didn't want to believe the man behind the thin walls was Pierce. There was this pause, and she so badly wanted to say it, but that wouldn't help her with her plan. "I love you." It almost leapt off her tongue. He wouldn't say it back, but at the moment, she couldn't care. Lies. She cared, and that's why she didn't say it. So she wouldn't have to hear the silence that came after it. Just the thought of the silence reassured her what she was doing would work. August pressed her body against his and pressed her lips against his. She liked the feel of his wet body against her clean one. He still smelled like smoke, but it was familiar and welcoming. This wasn't going to be hard. Not really. She wanted this more than he did. This wasn't going to be hard at all.
[It's kind of all over the place, but i'm so tired. And i still have homework. I'll make the next one better. PINKY PROMISE. [Woah. That's some legit swearing. You know i ain't foolin'.]]
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Post by Anty on Jan 20, 2011 21:46:05 GMT -5
Pierce was breathing heavily from running all the way to Adrienne's apartment. A legitimate excuse, but it worried him sick. It must have been the cigarettes. He bit his lip, trying to calm himself, but he was worrying too much for that. He reached into his shirt pocket, locating and pulling out a crumpled up picture. Flattening it out on his knee, he smiled, seeing a picture of August. Well, half a picture, anyways. He had torn off the other half because it had Vaughn's face on it.
Pierce had stopped worrying, though his breathing hadn't slowed down by much. Everything seemed to be better when he could see August, even if it's in a photo, like now. He loved her. Everything about her. And today, he decided, he would tell her.
Reaching across the table, Pierce grabbed their home phone. Yes he had used it before, but August had always called him. Never the other way around. Now he was staring at it, overwhelmed by all the buttons he had to choose from. And then he had an escape: someone was walking into the house. He looked up to find August. She looked beautiful. In a way that seemed she wasn't trying to be. Her hair was a mess, wet from her shower. And her clothes simple. "Oh thank God, August," he said, beaming. But she didn't seem to be listening.
Self-consciously he pulled down his sleeves. His scars, right. He figured that must be why August had come. To check on him. "I.. I've been trying to stop. For you."
Her hand reached out to touch him, and sent shivers down his back. "Thanks," he said, watching her warily. "August, I... " He was still trying to tell her. She placed his hands onto her waist, and now that seemed out of the picture. His hands slipped past her waist and into her pants. He was kissing her, pressing his body against hers. It felt so cool against his.
He leaned back, catching his breath. "August, I love you." There. He said it. Now he waited for August to tell him she loved him back. There was not a doubt in his mind that she wouldn't.
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Post by Augustus is a SWOObat on Jan 22, 2011 2:17:37 GMT -5
"You know.. I don't like this shirt." She looked at him meaningfully, hoping he'd get the hint. She started to kiss him again. This was going to be so easy. She was losing sight of her plan but her desire went hand in hand with her plan. Their kissing became making out and their making out found a steady rhythm. The rhythm was disrupted slightly when his hands found their way down her pants. She let out a little gasp, and pulled away. Their foreheads were touching and their lips weren't very far away. She felt a shudder of pleasure creep up her spine and with it came a smile. August returned the favor by slipping her hands down his pants. The kissing started up again. He kept saying things that he shouldn't. He was stopping for her? He was making it harder to walk away. She started kissing him faster and with more urgency. August so badly wanted him to stop talking before he said something that would make her change her mind.
While he leaned back to catch his breath, she started kissing his neck, barely brushing it with her lips. She was just getting into it when he had to go and ruin it. He loved her. This is where she could break. This is where her sorry excuse for a plan could completely unravel. She tried to make herself believe he was only saying it to get her in bed, but it wasn't making sense. He was obviously already going to get what he wanted, so why say it? Why not save it for when she was reluctant? August realized she had stopped kissing his neck. In fact, she hadn't been doing anything. Her breath was tickling his neck. August needed time to think. Desperately, she wanted to say it back, but that would be reckless. She looked into his eyes and smiled. "Mhmm." Gently, she kissed him. It was just to buy more time to think of something better to say. How was she suppose to answer him without saying it back?
August never thought that she'd be the one responsible for the silence. Probably because she never thought Pierce would tell her he loved her. He doesn't love me. He's lying.[/i][/color] She loved him, undoubtedly. She wouldn't tell him that, not when he was only playing around. Their kiss was fast and hasty because she was so distracted. She pulled away, her breath coming in short ragged gasps. She grinned playfully. "P-Prove it."[/size]
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Post by Anty on Jan 23, 2011 1:56:37 GMT -5
This moment was crucial. Possibly make it or break it. Pierce knew how fragile women could be, and insulting her style could very well leave him with a cold shower. "You know," he whispered into her ear, his breath warm, "I like it better off." His hands slipped out of her pants, and slowly he unbuttoned her shirt. He let August do most of the work though. His mind too busy with worry. He told himself that she loved him. That she was his. Not Vaughn's. That she would never do this with Vaughn. And right now she was just... Preoccupied. And that he would have plenty of time to worry about it later.
Pierce stood, holding August's waist gently as he did so. Still kissing, or making out rather, Pierce pulled down his pants. Prove it? He was already dong that. But is she really going to let me do this? he questioned. Pulling his head back to take a few breaths, he smiled, and picked August up easily. So easy in fact, that it worried him, but he didn't let it stop him. He carried her to his room, kissing her as he did so.
The next morning
Pierce's nose twitched, attempting to get rid of the hair that was tickling it. His eyes blinked in the morning sun as he sat up in bed, stretching. "I think last night was proof," he said to the sleeping August. Taking a risky chance of waking her up, Pierce leaned over and kissed her on forehead, smoothing the hair out of her face. She looked so cute, Pierce couldn't stand to wake her.
Slowly, he crept out of bed, afraid that the slightest noise would wake her. Pierce winced at the squeaky floorboards, still afraid of waking her. Looking in one of the boxes that lined the walls of his bedroom, he pulled out a pair of sweatpants and a roomy t-shirt. Slipping his pants on and pulling the shirt over his head, he decided August couldn't go around naked. Though he wouldn't mind, this was Adrienne's apartment. Looking back into the same box, he managed to find another pair of clothing and set them on the end of his bed.
He was probably the worst cook, his Dyslexia not helping much. But he had decided to make both of them breakfast anyways. He walked to the kitchen, closing the bedroom door silently behind him. When he was there, he decided that bacon and eggs were the best option, the oven being out of the picture. He pulled out two identical pans, turned the two eye's of the stove on, and set to work, falling into a quick pattern. He was happy, extremely happy, even when he burned his arm on the stove. Nothing could ruin this day. As crazy as it sounded, he was in love. And maybe she isn't even much of a food critic.
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Post by Augustus is a SWOObat on Jan 23, 2011 21:35:18 GMT -5
This was the exact reason she loved Pierce. It was the way he kissed her, and the way his arms felt so good when he carried her. It was the way his black feathery hair tickled her face when he got too close. She loved him too much. It was a shame she could never tell him.
The next morning
August was slow to wake up, because she didn't want to. It was warm in her bed.. but then she remembered she slept on the couch in Ant's place and that she didn't have a bed. August opened her eyes a little, and saw the grafitti on the wall and remembered she was in Pierce's room. She closed her eyes and smiled. Pierce's bed smelled like him. August shouldn't be so happy. She made a bad mistake.
Last night there had been a crossroad. She came to the crossroad several times. Sometimes the crossroad was small and easy to bypass, but sometimes the crossroad was huge. Small crossroads came with a simple touch, moving the hair out of her eyes or stroking her cheek. Big crossroads were few and far inbetween but they were so hard to ignore. The temptation to ruin everything and tell him she loved him was prominent. August grabbed the sheets of his bed and clutched it tight in her fist. It was amazing how she managed not to blow it. The largest crossroad had been the hardest to ignore. It wasn't brought on by words, and hadn't even touched her. It was the way he looked when he was relaxed, practically asleep.
He had been laying on his stomach. She was sitting on his lower back, massaging the knots out of his tense muscles. There were a lot and they were all clustered around his shoulder blades, most of them were from boxing. There was thin layer of sweat on his back. She wasn't sure how long they had been at it, but it felt like nothing. August touched his hair. It was slightly damp at the roots. She leaned down and kissed the back of his neck, her lips finding their way to his ear. He had closed his eyes, breathing heavy, but she knew he wasn't asleep. He looked too handsome, too peaceful. She reached the biggest crossroad she had to face the entire night. There had been other crossroads, but none were as big as this. Each crossroad was an warning signal. "Stop. Tell him you have to go." And each crossroad was a reminder of how weak she was. She hadn't left. She couldn't. August wanted to say it. Her breath was warm against his ear, and she couldn't say anything. Not what she should and not what she wanted to. She made a compromise. "Let's have another go." He wasn't tired, and neither was she. She should have left, but she didn't.
August let go of the sheets, leaving them slightly wrinkled. She had made a huge mistake. The mistake felt good, but it was a mistake. She wasn't suppose to stay as long as she did, and she definetly wasn't suppose to stay the night. August opened her eyes to see Pierce's face. It would make everything better like it always did. Maybe she'd get a glimpse of that peaceful face she saw last night, but he wasn't there. Dissappointment was though. Wasn't she the one who was suppose to leave him? Not the other way around. She tried to console herself with the fact that this would make it easier to leave him. August got up and realized she was naked. She shouldn't be so surprised. She pulled on the clothes that Pierce laid out for her, plain grey sweat-pants that were too long and one of his boxing shirts with the sleeves cut off. August rolled up the sweat-pants so they reached her knees. Now she wouldn't trip over them. Her nose twitched as she smelled something that resembled food.
She peaked out from the doorway to see Pierce at the stove. This made up for leaving her to wake up by herself. He was making it harder for her to leave.. August couldn't resist. She came up behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist. He was taller than her by a lot, and she could only manage to kiss him between the his shoulder-blades. It reminded her of the crossroad they met last night, the biggest one. August inhaled and pressed her forehead into his back. She was trying so hard not to feel, to make it easier to say what she needed to say. August tried to ignore what looked like eggs. It was sweet and thoughtful of him, and it was so cute how bad they came out. He probably couldn't have read the recipe.. "Pierce.. I .. " For a second, August was so worried she would admit loving him. "I'd love.. " Love. She loved him. She was going to say it. "I'd love to stay, but.. I got to go."[/b] Ouch. It hurt. August pulled her arms away from Pierce. It felt like his skin burned hers. She wanted to get out of here as soon as possible. August looked at her feet. She didn't want to look at his face. It was funny. She woke up dying to get a glimpse of his face, and now she would rather die.
[[Hope this makes sense.]][/size]
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Post by Anty on Mar 3, 2011 23:04:34 GMT -5
(Sorry in advance for this being a crap post.)
Pierce felt a pair of arms wrap around his waist; he knew it must have been August. He could smell her endearing scent wafting above the smell of the eggs, and of course, the bacon. Also in this case, August was the only other person in the house, creating no alternative option to the mystery of who was actually standing behind him. He felt her lips brush against his back through his shirt, and her head rest against him. As an impulse, Pierce felt it right to turn around and return her love. Make her feel as wanted and loved as he was making her feel. But alas, he knew he had to continue on with the task he had given himself. Breakfast.
And a minute or so later, he was done with his elementary mission. He set their meal onto two separate dishes, and, raising his arms high above his head, he spun around to face her, leaning down and allowing his lips to grace hers. "Morning, sunshine!" he shouted gleefully, composing himself one again to his full height. He was so, so, so happy to see her, knowing she was his. There was no better feeling in the world, he thought, than feeling that you were someone's everything. Which was true, of course. He hoped. Surely so.
But no. Oh no. Had he heard right? August was going to leave, and here he had thought she loved him more than anything in the world, she would do anything she could to stay with him. That she would make arrangements. To sped her day alone, with him, and no one else. But apparently not. His arms lowered to his sides, in disappointment. "I thought we would spend the day together," he said faintly. And there he went, exposing himself, showing how needy he was. Not a single person wanted someone needy.
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Post by Augustus is a SWOObat on Mar 4, 2011 1:05:28 GMT -5
He was making everything worse. Why did he have to be so confusing? Why did she have to love him so much? Why did he have to be so lovable now or all times? Why couldn't he be like this all the time? August couldn't focus on this Pierce. He was too tempting. She focused on the one yesterday. The Pierce who said dirty things about her and drank beer and smoked too much and fell asleep watching porno in his boxers. It didn't take her long to completely forget the way they made love all night or how he painstakingly made her breakfast. She didn't feel happy when he called her sunshine, though later tonight, when she was alone at night with nothing but her stuff, she'd think back to this moment, this crossroad, and cry.
She looked up at his gleeful face and put on a small smile. August didn't want him to know anything was wrong. That mean bitter part of her wanted him to hurt when he realized she was gone. She hoped he would hurt. This moment was so messed up. If he hurt, that means what he was saying right now, wasn't a lie, but if he loved her, she didn't want him to hurt, because that's how everyone feels about their love. If he didn't hurt, then she wanted him to hurt, for wasting her time, for making her love him, even back in Iceland, for all that time she spent thinking about him and how to make him happy.. but he was trying to make her happy now. August didn't know if it counted anymore. Maybe it was too late.
His hurting and vulnerable face almost convinced her to stay, but she shut her eyes tight. She couldn't look at him. She was going to lose her nerve. Faintly, August knew he wasn't going to make this easy. She needed to go. Now, or she'd never go. She could hurt him now, just a little bit. "I wish I could.. but those eggs look nasty and I've really got to go." As soon as it was out of her mouth, she regretted it so much. Now she just noticed how faint his voice was, how much he opened up just saying that. She had to remind herself. It's too late for him to redeem himself. She'll just continue in this unloving cycle. All he wanted was her body, not her heart, but August's heart longed to be wanted too. That's why she had to get out of this cycle, so her heart wouldn't be trying to support itself without a body that had already been given away.
"I really have to go.. August shouldn't, but she'd done a lot of things she shouldn't have. She wanted a last kiss. She deluded herself into thinking it would bring her closure, but the truth was she just wanted him. This wasn't going to bring her closure, and she knew that, but she so desperately wanted Pierce's love. She couldn't get his real love, so she settled for a kiss. It was a type of love. A shallow type of love that no one ever treated as seriously as she did. That's why her first kiss was when she was 18 with Pierce, though she'd been popular in high-school, she'd never given anyone her first kiss. August hadn't been planning on giving it to Pierce either, he stole it, so it justified August stealing one from him, even if he didn't love her, because she hadn't loved him back then. Her lips were pressed hard against his. It hadn't been long or as involved as she wanted, something she'd think of later, but maybe it was for the best.
She could tell him she loved him now and make it all right, but that was the thing. She didn't love him. August was so tired of loving someone that refused to love her back. She saw it in his brother, and genetics told her he was the same. Sanderson's couldn't love. They could only fool around and play with people's feelings. "Goodbye, Pierce." She hadn't meant for it to sound so final. Maybe it only sounded final to her because she knew what it really meant. Gently, she stroked his cheek, but everything became a little too much. August had to leave, and she did. As soon as the door to Addy's apartment was closed, August pressed her fingers into her closed eyelids.
As quickly as she could, August ran to Ant's apartment. All her stuff was in her magic box in a matter of minutes. She had already cleaned up every stain and smudge she'd ever made, erasing every trace she'd ever been here. She left all of Ant's chicken stains and dirty laundry. August picked up her magic box, the box that was frayed at the corners from when she'd tripped over her wolfy man. Her wolfy ex-man. He wasn't hers anymore. That's inaccurate. She'd always been his, but Pierce never made her feel like he belonged to her. It had been a very one-sided relationship. Looking at the room, now that it bear no traces of herself, August was swept up in nostalgia. It felt like the first time, when she walked in here, when it had taken Ant, drunk back then too, several tries to find which apartment was his. This had become her home, and now she was leaving. It seemed like August always left her home, and she always left Pierce, the one person she'd loved for a lifetime. Her life in Iceland had collapsed because of her leaving her home. This life, here in Noatak, was going to collapse. Maybe her new life would be better. It was a false hope. She'd never been happy when Pierce wasn't with her.
August dropped her box and grabbed a piece of paper and a pen. She couldn't leave her family without saying something. It was one of the many things August regretted about leaving. Something she wished she could change. She had this great goodbye already thought out for Ant, but at the moment, she couldn't remember it. Instead, she wrote simply Bye. It would be the easiest thing for Pierce to read. August paused.. this note had been for Ant. She swallowed. August had never told Pierce she was leaving Iceland. She'd leave this note to make up for the note she didn't leave behind then. Ant wouldn't even notice she was gone. He'd either ignore it in an oblivious and drunken stupor, or be too preoccupied with his hangover to notice she'd left. August kissed the note and put it in on the rapist couch. It was the only place devoid of clothes.. the same couldn't be said for the ground surrounding it. August hopped over the pile of clothes that fortified the couch-castle and got out of her former-home as soon as she could. She wasn't going to regret this, or, at least, that's what she told herself.
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Post by Anty on May 19, 2011 13:20:03 GMT -5
Pierce's mouth hung slightly open. He was shocked beyond words. "My eggs? What's wrong with the... Can't you just?" he managed to stutter out, but August wasn't even half listening. She kissed him. Maybe there was hope. His heart surged, he grabbed at her hand, but before he knew it, she was leaving. "What a bitch move," he said to the empty room, and immediately regretted it. "No no, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it... I just... it was probably something I did anyhow... " he said.
Defeated, Pierce took the two plates and dumped their contents in the trash, setting them in the sink. He wasn't going eat them alone, it would have damn near killed him.
He sat down on the couch, pulling his knees close to his body and hugging them tight. He just couldn't figure out what he had done wrong, or even what he had said. Maybe it was all a trick, maybe he was supposed to say no to last night... Women. They confused Pierce. There was no telling what he had done. He flopped down, face forward on the couch, trying to disappear.
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